The Sunspire A brown and Yellow Basket

Sun Spark had spent a day by the creek earlier and he was moving further inland now and came upon some borders on the mountain. He sat and enjoyed the birds eye view it offered, making sure to stay away from the borders as best he could, He was far too old to be running for his life, so he respected all the borders as well as anyone could. He was making his way back to his daughters pack lands, but he was tired and needed a small rest before he continued on.

He couldn't offer much anymore, his body had given up on him a few years ago, all that was left was his mind. And it was as sound as it could be at his age, granted yes he was beginning to forget things, and he slept a lot. Dreamt a lot about his spring flower, but he still held catacombs of stories and knowledge of healing in there and he would offer what he could to who he could before he departed.